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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.