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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Moebius 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.