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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.