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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
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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.