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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.