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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.