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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.