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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.