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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.