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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.