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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Slave,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.