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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.