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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.