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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.