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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brick to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.