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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.