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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.