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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.