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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Magma,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.