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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.