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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.