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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Index,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.