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 Belize 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.