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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
AZ,
Smog,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.