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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.