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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.