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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.