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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deakin 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 rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.