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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.