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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.