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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Index,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.