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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.