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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.