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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Television,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.