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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.