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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.