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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.