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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
New Order,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.