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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Fear,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.