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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.