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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.