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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Make Up,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.