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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.