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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.