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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.