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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.