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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.