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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.