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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
June Days,
ABC,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.