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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.