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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.