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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Can,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Slave,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.