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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
UT,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.