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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Can,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
The Index,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.