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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Evens 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.