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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.