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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.