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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
June Days,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.