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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 ABC 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.