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 Sudan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.