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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
X-101,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.