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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '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 Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Fear,
Organ,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.