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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Index,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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.