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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.