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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.