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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.