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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.