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 Malta and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.