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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.