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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.