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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.