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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Pole,
UT,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.