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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.