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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.