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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.