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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.