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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.