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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.