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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.