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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.