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 Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.