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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.