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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.