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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Gong,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.