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 Finland 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.