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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.