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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.