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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.