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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.