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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
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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.