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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.