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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
UT,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.