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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.