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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.