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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.