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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.