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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.