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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
The Monks,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
PIL,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.