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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.