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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.