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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Franke,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.