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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.