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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Josef K 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.