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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Nas,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.