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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.