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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.