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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.