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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.