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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.