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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Make Up,
New Order,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.