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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.