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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
The Names,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.