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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.