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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.