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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.