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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.