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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.