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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.