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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.