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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Swans,
The Move,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.