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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.