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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
AZ,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.