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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.