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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.