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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.