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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.