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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.