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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.