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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.