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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.