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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell 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 grime 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.