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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
New Order,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.