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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.