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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.