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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
JFA,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.