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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.