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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.