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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.