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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.