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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.