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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.