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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.