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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.