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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.