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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
The Fugs,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.