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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
MC5,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.