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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.