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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.