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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.