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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.