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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.