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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.