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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.