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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.