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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.