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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.