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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
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Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.