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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.