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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.