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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.