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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.