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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.