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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.