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 Chile and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Franke,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.