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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
PIL,
UT,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.