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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.