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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Vogues to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.