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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.