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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.