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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The Move,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.