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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.