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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
The Gories,
Magma,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.