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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.