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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.