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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.