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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Cluster,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.