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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.