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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.