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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.