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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.