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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman 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 disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.