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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.