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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.