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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.