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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Can,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.