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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Scientists,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.