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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.