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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.