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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.