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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.