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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.