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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Symarip,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.