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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Lalann,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Scion,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.