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 Morocco 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Smog,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.