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 Albania and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.