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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.