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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.