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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
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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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.