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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.