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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.