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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.