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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.