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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.