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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.