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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
The Index,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.