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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.