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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.