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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 808 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 Excepter to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Visage,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.