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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.