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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
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Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.