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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.