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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.