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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
X-101,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.