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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, 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.