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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.