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 Netherlands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
MC5,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.