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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.