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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.