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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Visage,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.