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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.