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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.