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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.