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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Skaos,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.