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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.