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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.