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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Index,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.