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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.