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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.