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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.