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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 a harpsichord and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.