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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.