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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.