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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.