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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.