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 Comoros 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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Television,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Gong,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.