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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
MDC,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.