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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Television,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.