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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.