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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.