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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.