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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.