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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Technova,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.