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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.