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 Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.