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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
ABC,
CMW,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.