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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.