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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.