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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Magma,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.