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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.