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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Can,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.