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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.