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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.