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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.