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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Organ,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.