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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.