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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.