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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.