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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.