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 Congo 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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.