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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.