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 Mali and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.