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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
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Erasure,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.