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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.