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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.