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 Ireland and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.