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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.