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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.