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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.