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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Q65,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.