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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.