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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
The Standells,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.