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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.