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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.