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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.