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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.