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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
MC5,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.