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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.