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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Chrome,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.