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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.