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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.