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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.