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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.