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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.