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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Faust,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.