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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.