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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.