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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.