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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Magma,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.