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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
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Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.