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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.