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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Can,
cv313,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.