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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Liliput,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.