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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.