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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.