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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Nico,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.