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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.