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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Nas,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.