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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
June Days,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.