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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.