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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.