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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.