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 France and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Oneida,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.