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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.