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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.