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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.