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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.