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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
ABC,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.