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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.