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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.