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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama 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?
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.