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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Swans,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.