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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.