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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.