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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.