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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.