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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
The Index,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.