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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.