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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.