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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
The Residents,
The Move,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.