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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.