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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Association to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.