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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.