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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.