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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
The Doors,
Audionom,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.