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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Connie Case 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.