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 Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alarm Clocks 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.