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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.