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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.