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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.