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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Faust,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.