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 Austria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.