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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Mars,
The Saints,
10cc,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.