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 Seychelles 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.