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 Rwanda 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.