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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.