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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Slave,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.