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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.