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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.