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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
CMW,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.