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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Visage,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.