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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.