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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.