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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.