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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.