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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Skaos,
UT,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.