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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.