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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
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.