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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.