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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.