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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.