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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.