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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
10cc,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.