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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.