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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.