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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Pole,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.