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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.