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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.