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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.