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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
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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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.