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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.