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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.