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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Lalann,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.