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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.