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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.