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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Slackers to the disco 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.