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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Nas,
UT,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.