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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.