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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.