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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.