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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.