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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.