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 India and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.