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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
JFA,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.