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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.