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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.