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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.