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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.