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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.