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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.