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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.