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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.