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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.