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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.