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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Monks to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.