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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.