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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.