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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.