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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.