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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.