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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.