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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.