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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.