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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.