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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.