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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.