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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
X-102,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
The Human League,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.