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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.