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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.