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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Q65,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.