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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.