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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
UT,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.