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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.