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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.