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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.