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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.