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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.