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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.