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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Remains,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.