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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
June Days,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.