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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.