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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.