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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.