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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.