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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Nico,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.