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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.