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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.