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 France and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.