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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.