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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.