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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Television,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.