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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.