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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.