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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.