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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.