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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.