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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.