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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.