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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.