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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.