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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.