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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.