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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
cv313,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.