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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.