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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.