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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Supertramp,
DNA,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.