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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.