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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.