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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.