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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.