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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.