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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
New Order,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.