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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.