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 London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.