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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joe Finger 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.