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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.