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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.