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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.