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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Scion,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.