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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
This Heat,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.