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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
MC5,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.