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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.