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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.