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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO 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 disco 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Brick,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.