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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.