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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.