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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.