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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Technova,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.