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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.