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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.