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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.