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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.