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 Fiji 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Swans,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.