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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.