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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.