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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.