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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.