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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.