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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Brick,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.