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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.