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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.