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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.