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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.