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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.