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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Chrome,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.