Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.