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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.