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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Organ,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.