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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.