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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Brick,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.