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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
The American Breed,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.