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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.