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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.