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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.