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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.