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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.