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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.