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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.