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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.