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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.