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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.