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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.