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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.