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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.