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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.