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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.