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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.