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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Franke,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.