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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 & Metallica to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.