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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.