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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.