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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Can,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
UT,
Country Teasers,
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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.
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.