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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.