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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Basic Channel 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.