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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.