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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.