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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.