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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.