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 Kuwait 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.