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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.