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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.