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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.