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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.